Dark Dawn①
vanish behind that door wife sobbing
ocean waves sobbing time’s anchor chain broken
add 20 years to 78 years old a weightless infinity
waits always for a live burial a human sacrifice
as neon-lit streets fill with ripples of betrayal and false witness
your craggy back view is carved into the seabed like a reef
the word NO trampling an elegy’s last lingering syllable
death incomparably strange incomparably familiar
your calm tranquil folding of the hands
infused the darkest depths to hold up an impossible light
flags heads down a vast tract of multicoloured
wheat stretches in silence to the horizon
on the photo a pair of gorgeous eyes through ice and snow
smile black earth and cold both convulsing
on the photo a pair of gorgeous eyes through ice and snow
smile black earth and cold both convulsing
a twenty-first century reduced to rubble
its back turned to
humans premature death draped in
excuses
sculpting death not to be dreaded become unbearable
Ukraine the nightmare’s repetition still meaningless yet again
except to prove that hell
isn’t underfoot it is in the heart
a deep well with a descending spiral staircase
exhibits the same pile of ashes all the way
following close behind a
buzzing machine
frozen stiff and transparent unavenged souls squeeze into
the endless continuing Doomsday and its great harvest
sculpting death not to be dreaded become unbearable
Ukraine the nightmare’s repetition still meaningless yet again
a deep well with a descending spiral staircase
exhibits the same pile of ashes all the way
frozen stiff and transparent unavenged souls squeeze into
the endless continuing Doomsday and its great harvest
24th February
2026
168 sweet-smelling holes
sat in order in the classroom 168
little faces voices childlike-sounding radar
guided in all unknowing the flying axes
the cowards cagily responding to the threats
hiding in girls targeting girls
we finally understood the only page of the text we read
this enormous little slaughter this tiny enormous massacre
life’s launchers caught up with death’s GPS
for an instant a flash of flame promised reincarnation but
why did we reincarnate? reincarnate for whom? reincarnate to where?
hell is bright as broad day 168
little elegies scatter in faint light smoke
there is no time and no one cares
(Translated by Brian Holton)
